Arachne & Her Sisters 3

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When I am in a state of hypervigilance, intensly fatigued and/or when I am experiencing intense anxiety, I often see spiders in the corners of my vision. This phenomenon is medically described as Hypnagogic/Hypnopompic Hallucinations. Combined with Allodynia and Cutaneous Dysaesthesia, which can often feel like painful insects crawling just under the skin, combined symptoms can give fair grounds for Delusional Infestation. The folowing poem Arachne and her sisters is my way of expressing the schemata, solidfying the image, and gaining control over what I know is real. The origin story of Arachne from Roman poet Ovid depicts a story about aiming high and being damned by the gods, a character who from all accounts, was an overachiever. She is cast into the form of a spider, forever cursed through all her iterations and generations in this crippled form but revived from death at her own hand.

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Arachne and her sisters

They are 3 and they know me

She: spins a web of silken berrations

Lies plied ears deceive eyes shut tight sprightly spite

She: triggers hearts chords with her soft song

Twitch whispers through tendril traps silken strings strong

She: drops down shaft of musked up darkness

Gloss fairy laced scent plaugues entropic gash

She: grips spins yanks stabs, quick nautious demise

Stale bent broken wings amongst death decayed ash

And they let you feel King

And you’ll make them your own

And you’ll feel their your charge

And live inside your flesh bone

They feed on you

They bleed through you

Till you wake with nothing left

And your head of pride is gone

She: dread fingers black scratch ‘cross walls searching prey

She: eyes infinite 8 shine shiftly slight sour

She: encased silken womb ever slowly sucked away

She: rules your domain seething veiled silent power

And they let you feel King

And you’ll make them your own

And you’ll feel their your charge

And live inside your flesh bone

They feed on you

They bleed through you

Till you wake with nothing left

And your head of pride is gone

Arachne and her sisters

They are 3 and they know me

I tell them I see

As they see me

I tell them I know

They know nothing, you see

I tell them I am

And in that they fail me

For to be in this world

Is to roam 1 2 3

And they seethe and they thieve

And complain and mischeive

But they cannot ever

Let me escape 3

For the 3 and me

Are the 3 to be me

And to be truly free

Is to be 1 with me

Madness say you

Madness in me

What in this place isn’t

The madness of 3

1 2 3

Your will is in me

And the power of thee

Is the power of 3

Sculptors they strike

Weaving webs over me

And I ply a reckoning

I stand where they creep

For they are my witness

They stay with me

They see me in struggles

They see me release

In the dark night of solace

In the quiet of greif

Arachne + sisters 3

Guard me and keep

Arachne and her sisters

They are 3 and they know me

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Health References:

Hypnagogic/Hypnopompic Hallucinations

Allodynia

Cutaneous Dysaesthesia

Delusional Infestation/Parasitosis

PS: I am not a doctor, if you are personally feeling overwhelmed by anything signed, signified or similar to the above references, please trust your conviction, and seek professional help.